Nolan Half Face

On Mother's Day, I was planning to give my mother-in-law a special gift, but to my surprise, I saw her enter a room with a Black man. When she came out half an hour later, her face was flushed…

After being abroad for half a year, I went back home to see my fiancee. However, I was stopped at a parking lot by a random man yelling at me. I tried to shrug him off, but he arrogantly retorted, “Don’t you know who I am? Vanessa Whitecastle is my wife. If you’re smart, you’ll do what I say.” I stood in place and looked at him. Then, I made a phone call, “Are you seeing another man, Vanessa?”

La noche en que la banda rival de mi familia irrumpió en el baile de la mafia, me tomaron como moneda de cambio. Mi novio, Nolan, y mi mejor amigo, Riven, estaban a solo unos pasos de distancia. Sin embargo, prefirieron proteger a mi prima, Anna, en mi lugar. Horas después, un hombre misterioso me rescató; estaba llena de moretones, conmocionada y ya todos me habían olvidado. Nadie preguntó qué me habían hecho. —Anna estaba asustada —se limitó a decir Nolan—. Ella nos necesitaba más. Días después, Anna me invitó a su fiesta de cumpleaños. Fui por cortesía, solo para ver cómo me convertía en la villana de su historia. Nolan y Riven se quedaron a su lado, protegiéndola una vez más. Esa noche acepté la alianza matrimonial que mi familia había preparado años atrás. Cuando me fui de la ciudad, Nolan me envió un mensaje; estaba enojado, herido y ofendido. “¿En serio te vas?” Le respondí con una sola frase: “Eres más que bienvenido a mi boda”.

After being betrayed by her sister (Novella) Ezra find herself in a dangerous situation where she faces uncertainly In her desperation she marries the king of the werewolf (Nolan). However, the marriage is more than she bargains for as she struggles to adjust to her new role as queen. Ezra fine herself in a dying kingdom with a king that will do anything to survive. Ezra waits patiently for the right time for revenge Will she ever gets revenge on her sister? Will Ezra and Nolan fall in love?

I spent five years by Casey Fusco's side, turning him from a beggar in the slums to a mafia Don. On the second day he put on the family ring, his first love came knocking on our door with an ultrasound report. Casey pushed the divorce papers toward me with a sorry look on his face. "She's pregnant. I have to give her the position of Donna." My brethren tried to talk me out of doing something foolish, since I had nearly lost my life while trying to help him climb up the ranks. But contrary to their expectations, all I did was sign the papers calmly without making a fuss. "Congratulations on having your wish come true, Don Fusco."

The wedding had barely started when the lights went out. Then came the moans—from the giant screen behind the altar. Hailey froze. Her skin went ghost-pale. Her whole body shook. A beat later, the doors slammed open. Leading the charge? Nolan. Cold eyes, sharp suit, and bodyguards in tow. He stormed the stage. The groom tried to stop him. Big mistake. Nolan's guys dropped him in seconds. Nolan grabbed a fistful of the groom's hair and yanked his head back. "Heh. I've slept with Hailey hundreds—maybe thousands—of times. Used condoms alone could fill your house. Wanna see the HD vids?" Hailey's eyes locked on Nolan, pure hate. She'd been his kept woman for eight years. He loathed her family. He loathed her. Swore she'd never know peace. Then she disappeared—and he lost his mind.

Synopsis Rose has nothing. Three years inside the Quinn mansion — cooking, cleaning, invisible — while her husband waits for the woman he actually loves. When that woman walks back through the door, Rose walks out. Divorce papers signed. Suitcase in the rain. Then four black cars block an empty road. The Albert brothers have spent thirteen years searching for their kidnapped sister. The DNA doesn't lie. Rose Albert is finally home — to a family that loves her, a stepsister who wants her gone, and a name worth half a billion dollars. But the real problem has green eyes. Damien Rodriguez walks through locked doors. His reflection moves half a second behind his body. His eyes burn red in the dark. He arrived at the Albert estate one morning, looked past everyone in the room, and pointed directly at Rose. Her. She's mine. The contract predates her birth. The agreement was made before Rose existed — between Damien and her bloodline. He has been watching her entire life. Waiting. Certain. Because Rose isn't just an heiress. She carries something four hundred years old inside her. And Damien — ancient, dangerous, and not entirely human — has been waiting through centuries for her to come back to him. She just doesn't know it yet.

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

เมาแค่ครั้งเดียวก็ได้อัปเกรดสถานะจาก ‘เพื่อน’ มาเป็น ‘เพื่อนนอน’ ซะงั้น! แก๊งเพื่อนสนิททายาทมหาเศรษฐีผู้ก่อตั้งเมืองควินตัน นำทีมโดย ฟาเดล แอชลีย์ Fadel Ashley หนุ่มหน้านิ่ง หล่อดุ พูดน้อย และพูดเท่าที่จำเป็นเท่านั้น อายุ 24 ปี เลออน กริฟฟิธ Leon Griffith หนุ่มลุคอบอุ่น ดูสุภาพ และแลจะปลอดภัยที่สุด สนิทกับเวนดี้ อายุ 24 ปี เคนโน่ บารอน Kenno Baron หนุ่มกะล่อนของแก๊ง ยิ้มเก่ง เพลย์บอย ชอบทะเลาะกับเจนีน อายุ 25 ปี เวนดี้ โนแลน Wendy Nolan สาวผมยาวลอน ใบหน้าตุ๊กตาบาร์บี้ ซน แสบ ซ่า อายุ 23 ปี เด็กสุดในกลุ่ม เจนีน สก็อตต์ Janeen Scott สาวผมสั้นสุดแซ่บ เพื่อนสาวคนสนิทของเวนดี้ แต่งตัวเก่ง เปรี้ยวจี๊ด อายุ 24 ปี —————————— ** ไม่มีนอกกาย นอกใจ มีแต่แก๊งเพื่อนสนิทที่พลาดพลั้งไปมีความสัมพันธ์เกินเพื่อน

One day, I received a call from the property management. They politely advised me that even if it was a wedding, there was no need to make such a ruckus all night long, disturbing the neighbors. They said they were caught in the middle, and it was hard for them to deal with it. I replied, "You must be mistaken. I don't even have a boyfriend, so how could I be getting married?" Since I refused to admit it, the property management sent me a video from the community's security cameras. In the video, the hallway was decorated with lights and flowers, and guests were coming and going. A large group of people were escorting the bride into the new home. And the groom was none other than my ex-boyfriend, who I had broken up with two and a half years ago!